Greg caught sight of a northern harrier in his backyard and snapped a few photos. Beautiful!
I moved to my new apartment last month. So far it's been great. Closer to work, downtown amenities, and a nice view. I was a bit stressed out for a while. Finally, I've unpacked almost everything. I'm just working on getting some shelving in and such to get really organized. We did put up some great IKEA units already, and now Greg is putting the last paint touches on some home made shelves for the locker. I've had people over several times, even.
At first, the only animal to visit me was a pigeon, who apparently wanted to become my personal pet. She was used to sitting in a little nook on my balcony. But she pooped too! I had to shoo her away. She kept coming back. So I attached a piece of plastic over the nook. She came back and flapped her wings against the plastic, until she realized she couldn't land. She learned after a while that she was not welcome any more. I felt a little bad, but not too much. There are plenty of other places for her.
2 comments:
It's a Northen Goshhawk, not a Harrier.
Hawk Roosting
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
Ted Hughes
Thanks for the correction -- northern goshhawk it is.
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